I Am. Aldivan Teixeira Torres

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СКАЧАТЬ that her and her friends go with him. The silence reveals much more than if he had spoken and Bernadete understands it. Not everything could have an answer and the important was to commit herself to the present mission. Always forward!

      The group, walking at a good speed, comes down from Prado neighbourhood towards the centre. Turn at the Avenue of Recife, go straight for a few hundred metres, turn another corner and follow the neighbourhood main avenue.

      Remaining at the same rhythm, they cover the route to the bus station in fifteen minutes. In front of the single storey building they go forward a little and buy the tickets at the ticket office. After, they settle at the waiting room.

      They waited for more than thirty minutes before the bus arrived. One by one, they get in and sit down on the empty seats. When all the passengers were inside the bus departs.

      In the short trip, the only thing they do is to rest in face so many worries. They knew independently for what may happen, they were already to be congratulated by their commitment, dedication and enthusiasm to their causes. However, they wanted and dreamed of more.

      In this way they arrived at their next stop in ten minutes: the town of Sanharó. Carrying their heavy suitcases, they climb down from the bus at the edges of the highway and walk on foot to the town centre.

      With his knowledge of the town, the seer looks for an inn that could accommodate them all. They find it a few minutes later. Sanharó had changed little since the time he worked there for two months as administrative agent, at the municipality administrative headquarters. It had grown, it was noticeable, but it didn’t change the feeling of quiet and welcoming place.

      Known as the town of cheese and milk, the name derived from a black bee, existing locally, meaning in indigenous language cross or excited. Data from 2014: Area: 256 km sq.; population: 24,556 inhabitants; IDH: 0.603.

      They were, in front the small inn, a modest building, style chalet, with asphalt large entrance. Gathering the remaining courage, they enter the establishment, speak to the proprietor and settle the basics. After, they go to relax a little. In the afternoon, new emotions are awaiting them. Each one tries to enjoy the morning rest in their respective rooms, which were equipped with gadgets of the latest generation: Some sleep, other watch TV, others listen to music or read books. These rare moments in a tiresome and demanding journey were like a balm to their fatigued bodies.

      Nearing lunch time they meet again and eat together. They take advantage to finalize the journey’s next details. At the end of thirty minutes, they decided to go out together. The seer’s objective was to introduce them to someone special too.

      From the centre they head in a southern direction, from side to side in the streets of the small place, and two blocks after, arrive in front of a medium size masonry house, about 6x14, type house, with garden and swimming pool, walled in front. At the main gate, they knock a single time and immediately someone comes to attend them. It was a man about 50 years old, short, belly—potted, round body, brown eyes, black hair and white skin. With an expression of indignation, he speaks when he gets closer.

      — What do you want, gentlemen?

      — It is me, Osmar. Don’t you remember? I worked with you at the prefecture. (The son of God)

      Osmar, looks Aldivan completely up and down, and at the end smiles. How to forget the dreamer who on the slack hours at work would write his book, because he didn’t have a computer? Numerous times I felt admiration for him, then a lad in the bygone times of the year 2007.

      With a few steps, advances towards him and gives him a great hug. Aldivan did the same and both live the reencounter moment intensely. They were two sister and companion souls that have lost contact because of the circumstances of life.

      At the end of the embrace, Osmar ruffles his shoulder long hair and starts to speak again:

      — And these, are your friends?

      — Yes. (Aldivan)

      — Aldivan’s friends are my friends too. Please, come in. The house is yours. (Osmar)

      — Thank you. (Rafael, in the name of the group)

      Osmar enters the house again and the others follow him. They pass a small lounge, a passage and into the living room, furnished with rack shelves, sofa, chairs and table, leather carpet on the floor, pictures and other ornaments on the walls and Persian curtains at the entrance Everything well organized and in good taste.

      Some sit down on the sofa and others on the chairs. Ringing a bell, he calls the maid who brings tea, juice, cold drinks, beer, wine. Fruit, cake and biscuits, for the visitors. Once having served the maid is relieved. Osmar and the others a have the chance start a conversation which promises to be decisive.

      — To what do I have the honour of the visit to my home of the dreamer aspiring to be a writer?

      — I don’t aspire anymore, Osmar. I face writing as work and entertainment, I cannot live without it anymore. (The seer)

      — Excellent! I am happy for you! Are you passing by? (Osmar)

      — We are on a trip to the seaside. Looking for new stories. (Rafael)

      — You are also invited to participate —Said the seer in a firm voice.

      — I don’t know…I am feeling very confused. (Stuttered Osmar)

      — I know it. I can feel it. (The son of God)

      — Have you got something to tell us? (Uriel)

      Osmar stays quiet for a while. Could it be that he could trust people who he hardly knew? How could they help him? These and other pertinent questions were going around in his perturbed mind. In a sudden decision, he decides to risk it.

      — Yes, I have got something to tell. But tell me something more about yourselves. What is your names, beautiful lasses? (Osmar)

      —My name is Rafaela Ferreira. I am from Arcoverde and at present I am going through a severe phase of depression.

      — I am Bernadete Sousa. I had an abortion soon after being raped. The son of God is helping me to go through these times.

      — Pleasure. My name is Osmar Pontes. I am unemployed at the time, living off my savings during my working times.

      — Pleasure too. (The two women simultaneously)

      — Unemployed? Have you left the prefecture? (The son of God

      — Yes. I had a few problems there, that forced me to leave. But I am well financially, don’t worry. When I reach the pension age, I will ask for my retirement. (Osmar)

      — Just as well. (The son of God)

      — And what are your names, young friends? (Osmar)

      — I am Uriel Ikiriri, and I am Aldivan’s guardian angel.

      — I am Rafael Potester, I am one of the seven spirits of God just like my brother Uriel.

      — My name is Renato and I am the seer’s principal adventure companion. Together, we are part of the series of the same name, which has already four works.

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